As soon as I finished speaking, the door to the apartment swung open from the inside. Camila stepped out, looking slightly anxious.
The moment she saw me, she froze for a second. Then, as if snapping back to reality, her face filled with shock.
"Honey, you’re back? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?"
Hearing this, the security guard hesitated, his expression conflicted.
"He’s your husband? But I clearly saw..."
Before the security guard could finish his sentence, Camila interrupted him directly.
"Mr. White, I have something urgent to deal with, so I’ll talk to you later."
As she spoke, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the apartment.
Before I could say a word, Camila spoke first.
"Honey, something urgent came up at the company and I need to take care of it. Be good and wait for me at home. We’ll celebrate our third anniversary together when I’m back."
With that, she turned and headed for the door again.
Just as she was about to step out, she suddenly paused as if remembering something. Turning back to look at me, she spoke in a gentle tone.
"Honey, there’s some warm food in the kitchen. Eat something first."